[Albert himself is pale from the shock of it all, though there is oddly enough no blood accompanying the loss of his hands. It's as if the ends of his forearms are in stasis, keeping him from bleeding out while leaving his bones and arteries exposed. He manages a slight nod at Sheena, for all that it can be seen in the dim light.]
Thanks for coming. [It's an exhausted sound, wrought from the time spent in a daze before he finally gathered up enough concentration to call for help.]
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Thanks for coming. [It's an exhausted sound, wrought from the time spent in a daze before he finally gathered up enough concentration to call for help.]
I need help. Back to the village.